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H e'd never sent his brother off faster than he did after saving her. He settled Lilith in her room at the castle and then summoned a portal and practically shoved his brother through it.

Of course, Sloth didn't let him off easily. So when his brother had reached through and yanked him into the portal after him, there was nothing Envy could do to stop it. Angry, and perhaps a little sexually frustrated as well, he endured his brother only to get back to her faster.

"Envy, you have to be careful with her. She's more delicate than any of us. You know Lorenzo will not be the last person who thinks they can control her. And if they think that, then they absolutely are going to come after her. You needed a dragon to defeat them this time, so you had better assume that you're going to need more than that next time."

"I know."

"I don't think you're taking this seriously. You need better tattoos. More of them. Perhaps even a dragon of your own, although I'm not sure you have enough space for it." Sloth's forehead wrinkled in confusion. "Actually, you really should have a dragon by now. Why don't you? We hunted them in this kingdom for ages before you moved into your underground home."

"I know how to take care of her, Sloth."

"I'm just saying it seems like you needed me for a lot more of that than you should have. I don't understand how you are so incapable of saving her if you have all that power at your fingertips. I had hoped that you would be more involved in the fight, but instead you just sent me out there like your leashed animal. Which I am not, by the way."

Finally, he'd had enough. Envy reached forward and slapped his hand over Sloth's mouth. His brother's brows rose in shock, and there was a flash of yellow that meant his dragon was a little higher to the surface than it should have been.

But this was important, and he needed Sloth to shut his mouth for once.

"Listen to me, and listen well, Sloth." He waited a few more seconds to make sure that his brother was listening before he continued. "That woman is part of me. I would no sooner carve off my own arm than let someone lay a single finger upon the golden hair on her head. I refuse to let her be harmed again, and it will not happen. I will do everything in my power to make sure. Do you understand?"

Sloth nodded, but Envy didn't remove his hand. Not yet, at least.

"Now, as far as you being the weapon who saved her, you needed to save her. After losing your own woman, I could see that you were starting to fracture. You're not yourself, Sloth. You're barely the emotion you have always been, and if you are not the spirit of that, then what are you? You needed to save Lilith just as much as I needed to save her. You needed to prove to yourself that you could save one of our loves, even if you couldn't save your own."

And there it was. Sloth deflated and all that anger drained out of him. With a nod, he stepped back and then waved a hand toward the portal. "You're right. Go back to her, brother. I know how much you want her."

It stung to see the need in Sloth's gaze. His brother wanted his own woman to return to. Not just any woman, but his . The one who had rocked his entire world and changed everything.

Now, Envy knew what that was like.

Turning, he stepped through the portal and let all thoughts of his brother disappear. Because he changed the portal as he went, stepping into Lilith's room and into a wonderland of beautiful female flesh and endless desire.

She laid on the bed waiting for him, in nothing more than a thin robe that hid nothing from his gaze. All those long limbs draped in the perfect way for him to see every inch of her curves. She knew how much he loved them. How just seeing her like this made him want to sink his teeth into her thigh and grab a handful of that ass that he saw in his dreams.

"Took you long enough," she said, her voice low and throaty.

He yanked at his shirt, ripping it over his head without a second thought. "You know how it is with family."

"I don't want to talk about your family."

"Good, neither do I."

Envy prowled to the bed, standing at the foot of it and looking down at her like the conquering king he was. He had finally found a woman that was his to keep, and he was going to defile her in every single way that he could. Perhaps she knew where his thoughts were, or perhaps she had the same hopes. She rolled, slowly spreading her legs as the silk robe fell to the side.

He was a weak man. He had wanted to make her crawl to him, to make her beg for his touch as he gave her nothing in return. But all he wanted was to taste her.

So he was the one who crawled. He was the one who went hand over hand up the mattress while dragging his lips up the long length of her leg. Pressing kisses to her warm skin, he breathed in the scent that was uniquely her. And he reminded himself in this moment that she was alive. She was his. And she wasn't going anywhere.

He reached the apex of her thighs, sighing as her fingers tangled in his hair and drew him right where she wanted him. Where he had found nirvana in her taste and the sounds of her desire as he delved his tongue into her folds.

With one long, slow lick, he grinned as she tilted her head back and moaned. He'd met his match, it seemed. Because she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

He took his time licking and working her up into a frenzy. But this was only the beginning, because she damn well wasn't coming without him. Not this time. This time was for him to tease and torment and to remind her that she wasn't to get herself in trouble again because it took her farther from this.

From him.

"Is this what you like?" he growled against her, sinking one of his fingers inside her while his tongue flicked her clit. Her head shifted back and forth on the pillow, hair flowing around her like a halo.

Fuck, she was so pretty undone like this. It almost convinced him to let her come. Maybe just a small one, where he didn't draw it out, so she felt the indulgence of her orgasm. But no, he was tormenting. He was punishing. So he slowly worked a second finger inside of her but didn't move them. Only let her feel how full she was, and how much more full she knew she would be if he just let her come. If he sank into her wet heat.

Sliding up her body, still working her with his fingers, he said in her ear, "Do you want to come, little love?"

She nodded, her eyes squeezed so tightly he wondered how she wasn't seeing stars. She'd needed him for a while now if she was this bad. But he wasn't done yet. This was how he was going to make himself feel better. This was how he was ensuring that she didn't do something foolish yet again when all he had felt for the past day had been fear.

Maybe she didn't understand what he was doing or why he was doing it, but that didn't matter at all. What he needed and wanted from her was obedience. Nothing more and nothing less.

"Little love?" he said again, his voice cajoling her to open her eyes. "I need you to say it. I need you to look at me and say it."

Slowly, her eyes peeled open. Those beautiful baby blues stared up at him like he was torturing her, and that was how he wanted her to feel. He wanted her to know how he had felt, and he needed her to feel it in a way that wasn't dangerous for either of them. This was punishment enough for him, and he knew even though it felt like torture for her, that she loved it just as much.

"Make me come, Envy," she whispered. "Please."

Oh, the please at the end really was pretty. He loved it when she begged him.

But he loved it even more when he could lean down in her ear and whisper, "No."

Pulling his fingers out of her, he turned his attention instead to her breasts. He spent long minutes working on them, drawing the peaks into his mouth and laving slow circles that had her writhing underneath him. He touched as well, stroking down her sides and legs, holding onto her as though he was going to continue what he had started, stopping at the moment when she shifted for him to get to where she wanted him to be.

Only when she was sweating, her hair sticking to her cheeks and a blush staining from her face down onto her chest did he finally look down at her.

"Tell me what you want," he said again, this time far more gruff.

"You," she whined, rocking her hips against his leg, but he moved so she couldn't find her release. "I want you."

That was enough for him. He was painfully hard and denying both of them this long was getting painful. So he stripped off his pants and tugged that robe away from her body, baring all that slick heat to his gaze.

She really was a mess. Practically dripping for him.

Finally, he gave them both what they wanted. He spread her legs, holding himself at her entrance and teasing her with the head of his cock. But the moment her eyes drifted shut, he snapped, "Eyes on me, Lilith."

Her eyes snapped open, shocked at his tone, most likely. But then he sank into her. Easing into that slick heat and stopping when she closed her eyes again.

"I'm going to stop every time," he warned her, his arms shaking as he held himself above her. "Eyes on me, little love. That's what I told you."

And oh, she was so good. She kept her eyes on him as inch by white hot inch slid into her. As he worked himself deeper and deeper into her body until he bottomed out and they both groaned.

Never once did her eyes move from his. The intensity of that stare, the connection that reminded him of where he was, who he was in, it was almost too much. And then finally, finally, he was inside of her. All the way. As deep as he could go, even as he tried one last time to sink just a millimeter closer.

And she shattered.

He felt the insane grip of her pussy locking around him, the tightness of her orgasm rippling through all the muscles there even as she grabbed onto his back and moaned with a guttural sound that came from deep within her chest. He marveled at the sensation of it, riding her orgasm with her as she rocked against him until, finally, he could move.

He slid back, watching her face as her eyes widened even more. The rippling didn't stop. Her orgasm didn't even slow down. With every pull and draw from him, every twitch of his muscles and every movement that drew him back inside of her, he lengthened her orgasm. Then it turned into another. She chased that second orgasm almost too close to the first until he thought perhaps it might even hurt her.

He couldn't stop. Not even if he wanted to. He pounded into her then, riding that second orgasm as she arched her back and her gaze tore away from his. They were both lost to their pleasure, finding it and burying it into the other person.

Mist rose from her skin, her power coiling around him, and he breathed it in. Dragged all that was her inside of himself as he exploded into her body. He came so hard he saw stars, his arms shaking as he tried to brace himself above her until he just collapsed.

And she wrapped herself around him. Arms, legs, all of it holding him on top of her so he couldn't move. Not even if he wanted to.

Envy buried his face against her neck, kissing the long length of it as he tried to gain control over his breathing again. Still inside of her, still where he wanted to be above all other places in this world.

She held him a little tighter, although she still felt impressively weak.

"I love you," she whispered. "Till the very end of days, I will love you. And even beyond that."

"Are you certain?"

"I've already seen our future," she replied. "I know that I will love you until the very end of time, Envy. In every single one of our futures, I love you. There is no changing that."

"Good," he replied, shifting onto his side so he didn't crush her. "Because I'm not so sure that I am Envy anymore."

"No?"

She didn't sound surprised at all. In fact, it sounded like she'd already known.

Frowning, he sat up enough to look her in the eyes. "What do you know?"

"I know you are Sympathy, my love." She brushed his hair away from his gaze, her finger combing through the long locks. "I know that I will continue to call you Envy for the rest of your life, for that is your name, but not who you are any longer. I know you have so much sympathy for your people, for our future, and for yourself. And that hope will make you a better king. And perhaps, sometimes, you will become something else when the time for hope is over."

"What will I become then?"

"Oh, that's so far in the future, even I could not guess. There are too many choices between now and then." She drew him down again to kiss his lips over and over. But then she whispered, "I do hope it might be Desire, though. That sounds like fun."

"Does it now?" He rolled her on top of him, pushing her up so he could look at all her beauty perched before him. "Who says we cannot start that now?"

She grinned down at him, already rocking where he was still deep inside of her, and he knew his life would never be the same.

It would be so much better.

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